Camp Clear Lake Hell CampChapter 1
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We talked quietly after that. I would have liked to have had another drink. But it was going to be a long, unpleasant six weeks and we had no way to get another supply of rum. So we sipped a plain Coke and tried to figure out who among our circle of acquaintances was responsible for all of us having to come out here and serve as sex slaves for all these males.
Neither of us could come up with a single possibility. There was no one that we had done anything to, as far as we knew. And this had all started before either Joni or I had become friends with the other girls that had been brought up here and tormented for six weeks. It just didn't make sense.
We talked quietly until it was finally time for the bonfire. Even after everything that had happened to me today, I still found it difficult to walk out of our door in the nude. But I wouldn't be surprised if I felt that same way six weeks from now. Even if we weren't fair game out there among all of those males, I would still not feel right about walking outside in the nude.
When we got to the small circular seating area around the bonfire we saw that almost everyone else was already there. There were two adults speaking with Mr. Moore that I didn't recognize.
When she saw them, Joni swore under her breath and said, "Sorry, I forgot to warn you. These guys work for the main office. They bring firewood around to all three sections of the camp and get the fires started. We are going to have to take care of them, too."
I almost wasn't shocked. After all, it was just two more dicks to drain. There had been so many in the last day and a half. What was two more?!
Mr. Moore waved us over and we made our way through the boys, getting rudely groped all the way. When we were standing next to the three men, Mr. Moore asked me, "Did Joni explain?"
I nodded.
Nothing more was said. The men grabbed us by the arm and led us over to their pickup truck. It was parked right beside the woodpile that they had just unloaded. They bent us over the tailgate side by side. We heard them behind us, opening their pants and getting their dicks out.
Joni nudged me with her elbow. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her drop a big gob of spit on her fingers and quickly use it to lubricate her pussy. Why the hell didn't I think of that?!! I quickly did the same thing just before I felt a large cock pressing against my pussy.
Fuck! Why didn't I do this before! It hardly hurt at all when that big, black cock slammed into me.
I was aware of all the boys watching us getting raped by two more men. But it almost didn't matter now. Well, that isn't true. It mattered. It was incredibly humiliating. But after all I had been through it wasn't as traumatic as it would have been two days ago.
I only hoped that they were so well drained that nothing would come of it. It wasn't until the two men were nearly finished that I remembered that the boys that couldn't swim hadn't been able to make it to the raft to take advantage of us this afternoon. We might still be faced with draining eight or ten of the younger boys, even if we got lucky and the other boys were done for the day.
The men fucking us took their time. They were standing side by side, talking casually as if they were not raping a couple of women whose names they didn't even know. They compared our asses and our pussies and then, half way through they changed places. It didn't matter though. I couldn't tell the difference. I was actually glad that they had decided to opt for vaginal sex instead of oral sex. My throat really needed a rest.
They finally came inside of us. They stepped back and casually put their cocks away. They obviously did this all the time. It was just part of the job. Joni and I were just one more perk as far they were concerned. They ignored us but waved at Mr. Moore to acknowledge his generosity, thanking him for sharing his pussy. Then they went around and got in the truck without every saying a word to us.
Joni and I stood up as they started to pull away. We were only about fifteen feet from the lake so we walked down to the water. We waded in and rinsed our crotches and our thighs. Then we went back and sat down close to Mr. Moore in the hopes that the boys would leave us alone.
I guess we should have known better.
Paul stood up and made a few announcements. Then he started telling a story. It was not, however, the kind of story you expected to hear around a bonfire at a boys camp. Certainly not from a camp counselor!
His story involved the rape and humiliation of two virginal teenage white girls from the suburbs that had been tricked into getting off at the wrong bus stop in the city. It was a long story and he supplied a lot of gory details. As I listened to that disturbing tale and the relish with which he told it I began to strongly suspect that it was a true story and that Paul had been one of the rapists in the story.
The intimate details he supplied in such graphic detail left me with the impression that this was more than a story. A shiver went down my spine as I listened to him with growing distress. I watched his face and it looked very much like he was recounting those horrible events from memory.
Not long after he started telling his disgusting story, one of the younger boys came over and asked, Mr. Moore, "Is it okay?"
They didn't look at me or Joni. The question was vague. But we all knew what he was asking.
Mr. Moore smiled and nodded. The boy turned to us and said, "Come on."
I sighed and got to my feet. I didn't want to sit there and listen to Paul's story. But my mouth and throat were exhausted and very sore. I would really have loved it if they would just leave us alone for this one evening. We could have really used an evening to recuperate.
And I still had to fuck Deshane tonight!
We followed the boy to a log where four of the younger boys were sitting on the ground, leaning back against the log behind them for support. The boy that had the nerve to get up and ask for our services peeled his shorts down and sat down on the end. He wiggled his finger at Joni.
She dropped to her knees between his legs and went right to work.
I watched for a second, along with the other four boys. But only for a second or two before the boy next to him lifted his butt off the ground and pulled his shorts off. He grinned at me and I dropped to my knees and began to suck his hard little cock. Keep in mind that in this instance little is a comparative term. I am pretty certain that all of these boys, even the youngest, had longer cocks than my husband. But compared to the men and the older boys, the younger boys were much easier to handle.
We ended up sucking off eight of the younger boys, one right after the other. I assumed that these were the non-swimmers that hadn't been able to make it out to the raft earlier.
After we sucked off the eight boys we began to get passed around to the other boys. We got an occasional rest period in between blowjobs. But until the story ended and the campfire burned down, Joni and I were both kept busy moving around the group of boys whenever one of them called out to us, usually using some derogatory term such as, "Hey cunt! Get your ass over here!" or "Rest period is over, bitch. Get over here and suck on this hard cock!"
I was sitting on a log recuperating when Rodney waved me over just before Mr. Moore sent the boys to their dorms for the night. He made me suck his cock for a few minutes and then he put me on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind.
I didn't have time to use Joni's trick to use saliva to moisten my sensitive flesh. But I guess I was still leaking a little bit of leftover cum from the men who delivered the wood for the fire. It wasn't that painful when Rodney raped me. At least I hope that is the reason that my pussy wasn't dry. The alternative is too disturbing to even contemplate.
I didn't enjoy getting raped by Rodney. But as he was fucking me I thought that it would work to my advantage when Deshane showed up in my room in a little while. Rodney's large cock would certainly stretch me out and get me ready for that huge log of male flesh that Deshane was planning to attack me with tonight.
The boys were sent to their dorms and Joni was forced to give Paul a blowjob. I guess he turned himself on with his nasty story. But thankfully, Mr. Moore and Todd were sated. Neither of those men required any further time raping us this evening.
We all walked back to our cabins once the men were through using us. We were required to check on the boys before going to our cabin. But they were all worn out and already in bed.
Joni and I entered and walked slowly down the center aisle with every boy staring at our naked bodies with the certain knowledge that we were theirs to use. If any one of them had tossed his blanket off and said, "Get over here and suck my cock, cunt!" we would have done it. We had no choice.
I nodded at Deshane when I got to the end of the row of bunks and then Joni and I turned and went to our cabin.
I had one more weak drink with Joni before I knocked on the wall to signal Deshane that he could come to our cabin and fuck me. We talked about Deshane.
Joni remembered him well from last year. She was obviously embarrassed to talk about him. She mentioned that he was cruel, but I already knew that.
He was also devious. That seemed pretty obvious, too.
She also said that he fucked like a rampaging bull. I was about to find that out. But I had presumed that to be the case.
She said that at first, the first few times in fact, it had been painful and unpleasant. But once she had gotten used to having sex with him it was hard not to appreciate the length and girth of that incredible cock of his. It was the largest she had ever experienced. It was unlikely that she would ever come across another like it in her lifetime after she left here at the end of this six week period.
I realized after listening to her for a few minutes that she was talking about her experience with Deshane last year in a wistful voice. She was remembering her time with him last year with apparent fondness! Her emotions were obviously mixed on the subject. She didn't like the boy, well, man really. He wasn't likeable. And she would have much preferred that she had never been exposed to this rape camp experience. But I got the impression that she had missed getting fucked by Deshane!
We talked about him until our cups were empty. There was no excuse to put it off any longer. Joni went to bed and we turned off the lights. I went to the bathroom and tapped lightly on the partition between our cabin and the dorm.
Then I crossed our darkened cabin and stood by the door, ready to admit the next young man that was going to rape me.
For a long time nothing happened. I started to wonder if Deshane had heard me. I glanced over at Joni. She was lying in her bed, all covered up and facing the wall. Even though I had detected a feeling of wistfulness when she had thought back to having sex with him, she was probably hoping that Deshane would devote his attention to me this evening.
I, on the other hand, was terrified. I don't think that I could have survived that stunt he was pulling out on the raft this afternoon. I would have suffocated long before he reached orgasm. That was the only reason that I had agreed to meet him like this.
But I would be less than totally honest if I didn't admit that I was curious to see what it would feel like to have sex with a man who had a huge cock like Deshane's. He was blessed with a very impressive organ. But if I did have to submit to someone with a cock that large I would feel better about it if it came attached to a more mature man who did not have a rapist mentality, a man who was compassionate and sensitive. Not a raging bull.
I was just about to go back and tap on the wall again when I heard someone approaching. I opened the door just as Deshane stepped up onto our steps. He didn't wait to be invited in. He pulled the screen door open and pushed past me. I closed the door and turned to face him.
He is so large! He looks like a football player. But then, he probably is. He is almost a foot and a half taller than me and I bet he weighs close to two hundred pounds. And there is not an ounce of fat on him.
I had been standing in the dark long enough for my eyes to adjust. I could see the arrogant sneer on his face as he stood looking down at me.
I couldn't meet his gaze. I looked down, ashamed at what I was about to do. The only thing that Deshane was wearing was a pair of white jockey shorts. The bulge in the front of them was obvious even in the dark. And his cock was still soft!
He glanced around and then pulled me over to my bed. He sat down and bounced up and down for a second before saying, "This is a hell of lot more comfortable than that fucking cot in the dorm. I might want to start spending more of my time in here."
I responded timidly, "You don't want to get sent home, do you?"
He sneered and asked, "Are you going to turn me in, bitch?"
I rapidly shook my head and explained, "No! But if they catch you ... if they catch us I mean, in the first three weeks ... you know."
He stood up again and quickly pushed his underwear off. He got into my bed and pulled me in after him. He took me in his large, strong arms and pressed his muscular body against mine. I felt totally overwhelmed!
He started moving his large hand over my body. Though he was apparently fully grown and looked like a man, his touch was rough and immature. He watched his hand exploring my flesh, groping, probing, and as difficult as it is to admit, he began to see me respond to his crude touch.
My nipples hardened and I felt the tingling between my legs that indicated my body's growing arousal. His cock was resting on my thigh. I felt it beginning to twitch as he became aroused. I glanced down at it and found it hard to believe that thing would actually fit inside of me.
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